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yeah, we have a good amount of homeless crazys around where I live in Boston. Always asking for money, or getting into fights with each other etc. This morning, I was waiting to cross the street to school, and this short, grey haired bum comes up to me, and just launches into conversation like he knows me. "You know, I was trying to get some money to go to the liqour store, but I couldn't get any, but I wanted liqour. Luckily I know where the other guys keep thier stash! Thats why they call me Boston Dollar Bill! Because I know where EVERYTHING in boston is! *He reaches into his jacket pockets, and pulls out a glass flask of wiskey, and a glass flask of vodka* Then he chuckles contently, the light changes, and I cross the street. I hope this story was as exciting for you, as it wasnt for me. |
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evil torture instruments from mars |
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